Yearly Archives: 2010

Sometimes trades happen that you’re sure must have taken place because one of the GMs was having trouble with his fantasy team. And yes, of course franchise brass play fantasy basketball. How else do small market GMs expect to get their hands on guys like LeBron and ‘Melo?

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It takes a certain amount of cajones to win any fantasy league. Shouldn’t the amount be two? No more, no less? Uh, well, yeah. I guess I meant size. It takes more than one and fewer than three big ol’ cajones to win your league.

I was among those who eagerly awaited the inevitable moment this season when Steve Nash went down with some sort of old man injury so that Goran Dragic could be taken out of the garage and driven around like Cameron’s Ferrari in “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.” Sure as shootin’, Nash’s groin laid him low.

It’s been said that Kevin Durant is an angel, a lamb of a guy; really top-shelf goods inside and out. For the most part, I tend to believe this, but everyone’s got their dark peccadilloes. Some people rub the free cologne samples in magazines over their bodies instead of showering.

Old men should also ‘go Wes.’ Or young women. Or old women. Just kidding. Old women don’t want anything to do with fantasy sports. But the point is that anyone who does do fantasy basketball should have already grabbed Wes Matthews after his game-winning 30-point, .579-shooting night.

The Minnesota brass tried to warn us. They told the whole world Michael Beasley had cleaned up his act, rededicated himself and bought, like, five braid pattern books for his hair in the offseason. And so far, dude is charging through defenses and those cornrow styling publications at an alarming clip.

This one’s for the douchebags, as Kanye might say after playing the theme to ‘Eyes Wide Shut’ for a seemingly endless amount of time. Sometimes fantasy basketball can’t be all pigtails and pillowfights. Sometimes to win your league you gotta get a little dirty.

I’ve never liked Jamal Crawford‘s game. A sharpshooter with a .409 career FG% has always seemed like a headache I don’t need. I’ve never owned him in any league during any season, so perhaps I’m just not used to his charm.

Evan Turner – There are whispers that even after Iguodala returns from injury tonight that Turner will remain at the “two.” Clean cup, clean cup, move down, move down! The weirdest part of those whispers is that they all came from Doug Collins who had several microphones at his disposal.

In hindsight, I should have called this post “Deng Bang.” In a shorter, more recent hindsight, I should not have mentioned the alternate title, so that I could have used it at a later date when Deng goes off again. Ah well.